Muckluck (no good titles came to mind)

The past month has been more or less uneventful. My days are filled with work and sleep.... sometimes drinking.

We had the staff Christmas party last week and proceeded in drinking lots and lots and lots. At some point I was able to steal my supervisors hat (which is a hat from the bar we work at). She hasn't asked for it back yet, nor do I think she knows it's missing. I'm hoping to keep it so I can bring it home.

I finally got my hair cut. Two English girls were bugging me about how out of control my hair was getting and they kept offering to cut it for me. I was uneasy about it until one of them said she's an actual hair dresser back home. The other girl is a hair dresser in training, so I wasn't too fond of her taking scissors to my mop top. It worked out in the end and I now have some hair which is more suitable for the weather in the tropics.

I've finally decided to leave Cairns in the new year and go back down to Melbourne (where the weather is a bit more to my liking). From there I'm going to work on getting myself out to Adelaide, then eventually to Perth. I decided to stick around for Christmas and New Years mainly because I'll get paid so much more by working the holidays, and money is what I would like to have right now.

On Saturday night I was given the horrible job of glass washing at work. It sounds easy, stack all the glasses of the same type onto a tray and shove them in the dishwasher, when done put the tray away somewhere around the bar. Now take into account how many glasses I'm getting when there are four glassys bringing me full trays, and I have to move around behind the bar with busy bartenders. It's a bit more stressful then being on the floor, but I survived. Near the end of the night I was still doing my glass washing and I was sipping on a glass of Orange Juice to refuel my system when two girls come by and jokingly tell me I shouldn't be drinking on the job. I tell them not to tell anyone and we all walk away happy, they then want two free margaritas in exchange for silence. Of course I can't do that and they knew it, but we had a good time with it. They ended up chatting with me while I was stacking trays for about 10 minutes or so when they decide it's time to go and one of them tells me that she'll come back in next weekend to see me cause she thinks I'm cute. At this point they are a bit away from the bar when I yell to them "Come on! I at least deserve a phone number, or a name" she happily replied "If I see you next weekend, you'll get both." What a tease.